The Mate He Hates

Alpha Edward’s POV

“Kiss her,” that was the first thing that came to mind as I stared at those alluring lips of hers, but I didn’t. Instead, I got lost staring into her enchanting sea-blue eyes. While holding her gaze, I could see so many emotions in her eyes: pain, anger, and hatred, all directed at me.

Swiftly, she pulled me to the ground and climbed on top of me, placing the edge of her blade on the crook of my neck. “It seems I won,” she said, while I smirked and watched her get up on her feet.

“That was incredible, mother,” Liam exclaimed happily, giving Amanda a high five, which she accepted and followed with a kiss on his forehead before handing the blade to one of the fighters.

With admiration, I glanced at her. During the past five years, Amanda had transformed into a different woman. She seemed so different in almost every aspect, and I loved it so much. I love the woman she has grown to become.

“I will go get us some water,” she said and walked away, while I sat on the ground, staring at her until she was out of sight.

“Godfather, you lost. Alpha Edward lost to a woman,” Liam mocked, and I scoffed, pulling him to the ground and roughly tousling his neatly arranged hair with my hands.

“Father, stop it,” he murmured, and I chuckled, stopping. I turned him to look at me before saying, “Sometimes, the wins of our loved ones are all that matters.” He smiled. “Do you love mother?” he asked, his green eyes staring at me, waiting for an answer.

I didn’t know what response to give. Liam is a kid, and he is unaware of my relationship with Amanda; certainly, I can’t tell him I love his mother.

“I love you,” I answered sincerely, and his smile widened.

“But do you love mother?” he pressed on, and I swallowed hard, wondering why he was so bent on getting my response. “Were you and mother friends before she left for France?” he asked while I smiled but didn’t know what to say.

“I see the way you look at her. You like my mom,” he said, and my eyes twitched. “Unfortunately, mother belongs to my father. Sorry.” He winked, and I chuckled and ruffled his hair again. “How old are you again?” I asked with admiration. “Four but will be five soon,” he responded, and my smile widened. The kid was so smart and intelligent.

“How do you want your birthday to be celebrated?” I asked, feeling excited to witness his first birthday with me. “I don’t know…” he shrugged his shoulders. “Anything pleasant will do.” He sounded so much like an adult, and I couldn’t help but praise Amanda for bringing him up in such a way.

Amanda returned with bottles of water. She reluctantly handed one over to me, gave one to Liam, and took the other for herself.

“So what do we do next?” Liam asked.

“Why don’t I train you?” I offered and saw him excitedly get up. “I will go get the wooden swords,” he said excitedly before running off. “Be careful,” Amanda cautioned him.

After he left, I glanced at Amanda, who frowned at me and looked away.

“You are pretty good with the sword. Who trained you?”

“None of your business,” she responded harshly, but I didn’t take it to heart. “I’m proud of you,” I said sincerely, and she scoffed but didn’t say a word; rather, she looked away from me.

Liam came back with the wooden swords, and we began training while Amanda sat and watched us. After minutes of practice, we decided to call it a day and return to the mansion.

Arriving at the mansion, I entered my room, took off my clothes, and stood in the running shower. My thoughts drifted to Amanda, and I wondered how and when to begin winning her heart. Amanda didn’t seem like the usual lady who would get swept off her feet by romantic gestures and gifts. I have hurt her so much, and gifting her can never make up for it.

Leaving the shower and going back to my room, I continued pondering until an idea came into my head-a first step on my road to apology.

Quickly, I picked up my phone and dialed a number. After speaking to the person over the phone, I ended the call and sighed in relief. This was just the first step, and I feared if it would even make any difference.

I remembered a certain person and decided to go see her in the dungeon. Arriving at the dungeon, I walked up to her cell, stood at the gate, and looked into her cell. She was seated on the floor. A magical cord wrapped around her, which prevented her from using her witchcraft power or shifting to her wolf.

“You are here,” she chuckled as she lifted her head and glanced at me. I growled and stared at her with anger. I wish I could kill her and make her pay for all she did, not just to me but especially to Amanda. If not for her, I would have been living a happy life with Amanda and my son.

“You came to pay me a visit, huh?” She smirked devilishly, and I grunted, anger shimmering inside of me. “You will pay for all your deeds.” I declared those words as a promise which I would fulfill.

She chuckled loudly, her eyes filled with amusement, which angered me even more. “And so what if I get punished for my deeds?” She chuckled. “But the deed has already been done. You will never get Amanda’s forgiveness.” She spat while I groaned and clenched my fists. “Amanda will never forgive you, and besides, you can never have her back, not when your competitor is on the way,” she declared, and I raised a confused brow at her.

“Competitor?”

She chuckled and nodded. “Your competitor is on the way. The man who will take Amanda from you is on his way!” she declared, and my eyes twitched.

My eyes narrowed as I tried to comprehend her words. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous. She smirked, enjoying my confusion and frustration.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “He’s coming for Amanda, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of anger and helplessness. “Who is he?” I demanded, but she only laughed, a cold, mocking sound that echoed off the dungeon walls.

“Your worst nightmare. He has always been your nightmare,” she replied cryptically before turning her back on me.